Sun burning bright in soft blank sky.
Asphalt streets
lined with trees, yet emanating heat.
Black ramp, years of people gripping its rail.
The street an orchestra of colors:
green, black, brown, yellow, red
up to the clouds of white.
Inside the houses, people languish
escaping from the heat.
Joggers brave the scorching sidewalk.
We all feel it.
The street is alive despite the excruciating heat.